The Yun Family Mansion is young, leisurely meeting Qu Ning.
It's like falling into the wet dream of the previous dynasty, a secret country and a foreign land. The magnificent pillars are carved with dragons and phoenixes. The technique is complicated but not gorgeous, dull and low-key yet grand and arrogant. The calligraphy on the house plaque is unknown and comes from a famous ancestral artist. It is eloquent and unrestrained.
"Yun Mansion Evergreen"
"Ming Sheng... Ming Sheng... Our ancestors have been connected for hundreds of years, and you and I are by no means the last descendants. After this ten years, there are still thousands of ten years; if we miss this intersection, there are still thousands of situations. It is just a wish that the flowers in the forest are red in spring, and that life grows in the east of the water."
"It's really strange. We are so close in our arms, but so far away. I can't touch you. We have the longest connection in this life, but we are at the shortest distance. We can't be separated, and we can't get close. It's very close, and it's very far."
"The happiest thing was when I was seventeen years old, at the late watch night when the cicadas were chirping over the summer and the azaleas were fragrant, and I was caressing the sparkling moonlight covering your green hair. That statue is still a landscape, not about the wind and the moon. It's just for the sincerity."
"I am not the real Mr. Darcy, and you are not the Elizabeth who eventually became Mrs. Darcy."
"Just remember, it's up to you where you live, where you sit, how high you fly, how far you fly, and whatever you want to be. I advance and I retreat, and everything is up to you. When you move forward or backward, look forward or back. It's best to jump over and over. I'm here to catch you."
You treat some people as whims, and some people rub you into your life. You might as well take a deep look at this scenery and then walk over it gently and skillfully.
I am already graceful, without worries or fear.
Standing tall in the east wind, waiting for the good years to come back.